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2002 -- August's snippets
Saturday 3rd August -- Well, I owe you a fair bit of writing, don't I? Good job energy's high right now. Have worked so many hours the last few days, I'm starting to feel like me again. Life's still weird, and I've turned to an astrologist to give me some clues. Not as daft as it seems, honest. So, I think I'll write a bit about Steve's funeral. Wow. It was one sad day. The crematorium was packed, there were so so many people there. Oh this is hard to write. You know what, I'm not going to write about it. It's too personal, not just to me, but to everyone. It shook us all up. Wow, it was so good to see all my old friends, and under different circumstances I'd feel happy writing about what we chatted about, but this is too sacred. I might put a photo up on my site of Steve, as a memorial, but I'm going to ask his girlfriend first. She was lovely, I'm so glad he found her before he died, though obviously this is a really rough time for her right now. OK, enough... What else is going on? Oh yes, I need to write about the Fresh summer party, don't I? Well, I've got a few piccies back, courtesy of Pete Vincent, or Vincowler as he's known. I'll get mine developed soon and put them up. Won't have much more of that faffing, Ferny and I bought a digital camera the other day and are having a great time with it. Oh the things you can do! Yeah, it was a great party, as ever. The thing is, these things happen and you are surrounded by such wonderful, positive, self-unlimiting people, that it makes you question everything going on in your life. Hence the astrologist. Highlight, nearly pee your pants, events of the weekend was my yogic flying and Ray flying: Joe and I found a trampoline, and I got into lotus, and Joe bounced up and down beside me so I was being tossed up into the air whilst still in lotus. Fernanda (that's a girl called Fernanda, not my Fernando, coz Joe always has to have one of what I have) stood by and took piccies of me in the air. Can't wait to get them back, but I've a feeling they won't be as funny as it was at the actual time.
Another Besty-Boy highlight was during the Saturday evening. The Healing Waters Band were playing, and I was dancing with Fernanda and Joe's brother Ray. For some daft reason I pushed Ray, not thinking he'd fall over. But I must have pushed him too hard because not only did he fall over, so did I. I hastily searched for something to break my fall, but because of the position I was in, all I could grab hold of was Ray's *dinkle*!!! How mortifying! So I was there, laying on top of him, holding on to this live gear stick, and Fernanda, thinking we were messing about, comes and jumps right on top of Ray's bits and winds him to say the least. Poor boy. He went off to get some armour. Oh, I'm laughing now thinking about it. What else? Agh -- our food demo! Karen and me did a food demo -- A journey through the med. It should have been 10 recipes in 2 hours (that's some going), but we ran out of time for the last one, which I was relieved about as I was very thirsty. Kept drinking the ingredients. Oh, it was funny. Well, I thought it was. It was more like a Laurel and Hardy show than a food prep, but life shouldn't be serious all the time, should it... Dave's events were great. Didn't get to take many notes as I was working, and had to keep popping out, as you do. But he did this one thing on the Saturday where he got a member of the audience to go up and be like on a chat show, but to say about their illnesses and stuff. That worked dead well. I wanted to buy a bag of goji berries of the NFL stall, but they went quicker than you could say "antioxidant". So I had to settle for eating some out of The Cane Man's hand like a horse eating a sugarlump. Yeah, I stayed at Joe's after the party, and we went out for his birthday, and when Ray turned up, and Fernanda was already there we tried to retell the falling story, but we couldn't -- we were just laughing so much. And the weirdest thing -- the party was in a Spanish pub called La Finca, upstairs in a room. The next day we decided to go to an Astanga class, and it was in the very same room! And then we get back to Joe's and there's this massive anti-meat demo going through London. And who came up to me? This woman Monica who was at the summer party! So I said "Hiya Monica, don't you remember me?" and she's like "No", so I went "I'm Shazzie, from the party" and she's all like "Oh, you're Shazzie. Oh, I love your book, and I'm writing to PETA now and they're going to do a door drop and I want some of your recipes to go on the back of the leaflets" Cor. How's that. When I went to London, I went to the Bodyworlds museum. Now, if you haven't been, Auntie Shazzie is *telling you* -- you must go. This is the guy who dips bodies in plastic to preserve them, and slices them up in the most artistic way possible. I loved the way that in the main room everyone was whispering or talking really low out of reverence to the bodies. There's one part of the exhibition where there are a pair of non-smoking lungs and a pair of smoking lungs. The difference in seeing that, rather than those posters you get in schools was immeasurable. The guy who did this stuff, Gunther von Hagens, said that loads of people stop smoking as a direct result of seeing this. So if you smoke, go see it! Remember that 1 in 2 people who smoke will get lung cancer. Ugh, don't do it to yourself -- life's too beautiful and precious to self distruct like that. Me and Ferny went to see Thievery Corporation the other night, down in Fuengirola (or Funkyrola or Finger in your ear hole as my Dad calls it). They were great, but I was a bit unprepared for the amount of time it takes to have a band on in Spain. In the UK if you go see a band, you get out by 11.30, and are home in bed by 12. Am I getting old, saying this? Here, we got there at 9, there were 2 warm up bands, and about an hour of waiting in between. Then Thievery came on at about 2.30 or 3am. I'm so not used to that! Luckily I found a wall to lay on, I had a power nap then got up and danced a bit. Made a new friend, Mary, who's from New Zealand, and is also living in Spain writing a book. She was dead funny, and we had a good laugh. Got my accounts in a twist. Accountant mailed me and said "We can't work anything out". Must learn to do things I don't like doing, as well as the interesting stuff. Could get Val to do it, I suppose. Anyone who's organised with money -- Mum? Hmm. OK, that's your lot for now. Must get on with some work. Hopefully when Fernando gets in from work he'll take me to the tapas bar, as in the last 4 days the only time I've been out is to the shops down the road. Was going to go to the beach yesterday with Claude but he got ill from eating some cooked fish and fell asleep in his van. Right, am off now. Hasta luego. 8th August -- Hm, am still very busy but will stop telling you that, as it's getting boring. Feeling fab healthwise, and am about to go on holiday for a massive 4 days. Me and Ferny need a break together, so we're off to the mountains, up in Jaen. There's an accent on Jaen somewhere, but don't know where. Haven't got to grips with accent usage yet. Or much Spanish, for that matter. Must go to Spanish school. So from Sunday, we'll be sunning ourselves by the curvy pool, and I'll no doubt be continuing my love affair with Sandia (that's watermelon to me and you), not a Spanish waiter. Got my accounts sorted out, so just need to do my VAT returns tomorrow, then I can forget about money for 3 more months. But knowing the way that it's going right now, that'll seem like 2 seconds. Have decided to do a detox workshop in January. Great start to the new year for people who want to love themselves into wellness. Details are here. This is a new page that will no doubt fill up as I get up and running with stuff. Quite exciting doing events -- I loved the one at the Fresh Summer Party -- I feel energised by these things. Have many tricks up my sleeves for this one. Blimey -- it is very hot here now. It's like someone's got an oven door open. I love it. But I just want to lie down and do nothing, which is a little contrary to my work schedule. Ah, the perils of being a human. I'm going to be a gerbil in my next life, all they do is meditate and lick each other. What a life. Suerte currently has a mineral thing going on. They eat a lot of fresh food, but at the moment all Suerte wants is the dried green food that's in gerbil feed -- and that's the minerals. I think it's because she just lost another baby, bless her. That's the 4th time she's lost her babies, so it's highly likely that she won't have any live ones. Her mum was the same, except for Suerte, which is one of the reasons she's called Suerte (Lucky). Poor thing, they both get sad when their babies don't make it. But it's a weight off my mind a bit, because I didn't want to face the issue of gerbils breeding like rabbits all over the shop. The coffee table could only hold so many. Some people here breed them and sell them to snake owners for food! How can they -- if you've ever had a gerbil, you'd know, they're just love gerbilified. Aw, such sweet animals. Oh, I put some MSM cream on today and went to stroke them, and they nearly bit my arm off (I never exaggerate). They really wanted a sniff of it. Don't know why. Maybe that's what they're lacking, but I can hardly put that on them, can I? Or... Oh, a quick message to people who've emailed me in the last few months -- I've not forgotten, and I will get round to replying -- it's just been hectic. Right, am off to read my Get Fresh magazine, as I've not had chance to, yet -- since July! Am slowly catching up on all sorts of stuff since my life turned strange a few weeks ago. Oh, by the way, Dad's doing well now -- much better. He'd been going to the hozzie for exercise classes and at the end they do half an hour's meditation. Yesterday I rang him and he told me that he's got his last class today. So I said "So does that mean no more meditation?" and he goes "Oh yes, I'm still on my medication"! I'll buy him an ear trumpet for his birthday. Oh, talking of Birthdays -- Happy Birthday, Ruth! Hope you had a great one, and sorry I couldn't blow the clouds away in the UK -- tis my lungs, you see... Now, am defo off to bed. Lots of love to all...
Went off to a Natural Park, that's a Parque Natural in Spanish. If only all their words and phrases were so simple! There's been a big forest fire at some point, and the whole side of a massive mountain is black. Poor trees. But there were many life trees -- we saw unpruned walnut trees, blimey, they're so different to what you see in farms and stuff. Lovely and wide spreading, just right for climbing. I went to a shop for some fruit, and got a sandia for €1.90! That's like nothing, but a little bit more! Couldn't believe it. If I wasn't a raw fooder before, that alone would have swung it for me. Oh, and bought a kilo of figs, too. Just polished them off. Wow, they were much sweeter than the ones I've been having in Malaga. Hurt my lip, though, even though I didn't eat the skin, you can't help getting bits of it in your mush, can you? The hotel's lovely. A bit 70's, but then Fernando, with his disgusting 70s underpants feels very at home. Must buy him some new ones -- these are ones that his Sister buys for him, coz Spanish men can't buy their own pants. Or wash up. Or clean the loo. Or wash the clothes. Or buy their food. One bloke I know, called Phil was in his kitchen cooking, and a youngish Spanish bloke was in the lounge chatting to his wife. "What's Phil doing in the kitchen?" he asked, perplexed. "Cooking", wife said. "Well, who with?" he asked, almost trembling with shock. "On his own." The man just couldn't believe it, and he was only in his 20s. There's no hope, then for Fernando, is there? Oh, well I suppose there is coz I certainly don't cook for him, if he wants to eat cooked food he has to do that dirty deed himself! So yesterday I was doing yoga, and swimming. Today I've been intimate with the trees. Tomorrow I might do the pool again. It's lovely, as there's no chlorine, it's fresh flowing water. Hey, we're in olive land -- there are millions of olive trees and every shop claims to be selling direct-from-source olive oil. All looks very samey to me. Wanted to go somewhere where you can taste the oil, and quiz the farmer, but don't think that's done here. Oh, on the way here, Fernando had a bit of a disaster. His car takes diesel, but he pulled up at a petrol station and they serve you here, so he says to the boy (who had one eye on his chica) "Diesel, please" (but in Spainsh). The boy fills the car up and we go on our way. We're about 2km down the road and the car starts kangarooing. "What's up with your car?" I ask. "Oh, I think it's coz I've just changed the CD" (BLIMEY!). "Errr, no. I think that boy put petrol in your car, not diesel". "Oh". So we stop, turn round and bounce back to the garage. The car cuts out at a major crossroads, but luckily all passing cars were behaving well. We get to the garage and the geezer tries to syphon the petrol out but just gets it in his mouth. Ferny calls his breakdown service, and they send along a woman in a big truck. She was fab. The fat man in the garage was saying "I'm not paying anything, you pulled up at a petrol dispenser" Ferny says "I'm from Malaga, and in Malaga the dispensers have all choices". "Well, you're not in Malaga now, you're in Jaen". Ferny said it was a David Lynch movie. I pictured the chica in three-quarter length trousers being responsible for processing the bodies of diesel-driving tourists, making pies out of them and selling them to petrol-driving tourists. So we got towed away, in the big truck, and had a good laugh with the woman. We took some photos of the tow truck with Ferny's car on it. And of us, looking glum. At the garage, a lovely man sucked the petrol out with a machine that drove itself off the car's battery. Quite interesting it was. I was asking him where could we go for swimming in lakes, and got my map out. He pointed with his oily finger, and after he'd finished, he'd changed the landscape of my map. All the flat bits now looked like mountains, because of the oil smudges. Then we went back to the first garage, where Ferny tried unsuccessfully to claim the original cost of petrol and the rescue operation. The fat bloke was having none of it, saying that we have no proof we were even here. Err, except for the photos. So Ferny's going to get a lawyer onto him, which will take about 6 years. Not really worth it for what it cost, but it'll give him something to get his teeth into. Speaking of teeth, he's got a poorly one at the moment, and it's hurting his eye. He's never ever ill, so it had to happen on holiday. Ah, well. Also, he told me that his teeth heal over if he gets a hole, just like Sergi Butenko said happened to his teeth. I knew Ferny had good genes, but this is amazing. A fully grown adult still with enough reserves to mend itself, and he eats cooked. Well, not a lot, but he does eat it. Funny man, I can't place him. So that's about it for now. Will go out for dinner tonight, it's the only time I can get avocado -- they don't have it in the shops here, so I'm not sure how they have it in the restaurants. Wow, it's so different here -- the only fruit trees are olives and figs. How bountiful is Malaga? Besos, y buenos noches. Saturday 17th August -- Am back from little hols. Can't believe I took my computer with me. Talk about being married to your work. Anyway, got some new pics up, but will add more later. Am going to sunbathe a bit today, but also have mucho work to do. Oh, someone turn me into an octopus, please! Am suffering from avocado withdrawal symptoms. I couldn't buy any in Cazorla and all the ones here are unripe. Argh! Wednesday 28th August -- Am in the UK right now. I think I've been here more this summer than in Spain. How am I ever going to get brown? I met Mike Nash at the airport, he's just published "Raw Perfection", and I designed the cover for him. As I came through the airport, he was standing there with a massive 3 foot sign saying "shazzie.com" with 2 of his book covers stuck to it! I should have taken a piccie, it had me laughing for abobut half an hour! I was with my parents and my mate Lisa Currants over the weekend. Currants isn't Lisa's real second name, it's just what I call her. Lisa lives in London and so I thought it'd be good to get her into the countryside for a bit. And she loves my mum and dad. Me, mum and Lisa had a tacky holidaymaker day where we went down the sea front to play bingo. I won (of all things) an olive oil jar. Tis very pretty. We were all upset about the new bingo ways. You don't get to shout "house" when you get a line, diagonal or corners, you just have this button to press. But even worse, you don't even have to press the button -- the geezer calling the numbers is doing it without balls, it's all computerised, so he knows when someone's won. You might as well just sit there polishing your walking stick. Mum wanted to go to see the new cafe that was built where hers was demolished, so we asked her if she thought it wouldn't make her too emotional, she said she'd be OK. So we went into the cafe and she was all choked up, bless her. 6 years, she had her cafe, and she so misses it. Anyway, this new place was nice, but it wasn't the original, unique and beautiful place that was my parents' cafe. Aw. Well, mum cheered up a bit later, as about 100 lorries paraded past. They take underprivileged children out for the day once a year (the drivers, not the lorries), and they all have a great time, then they have this procession honking their horns through the streets. It added to our tacky fun day out very well. At the end of the procession, there was a jeep full of Radio Broadland women and mother ran over to the jeep (nearly getting knocked down by the traffic), screaming something about how famous these women were to me and Lisa who were scratching our heads, clueless. She was so chuffed with her car sticker. The evening before we decided to be cultured and go see Twelfth Night in the park. However, we got there a bit late as we were fannying around, so we had to sit on a hill at the back. We couldn't hear anything so we just nattered. We all got bitten by giant mozzies, but now I'm healthier, my bites only hurt for about 10 minutes. Lisa's, on the other hand made her whole ankle swell up. On the Sunday morning, we woke up and she started scratting at her leg. As she pulled it out of the covers, she was horrified "Oh my God. It looks like Tom Jones" I looked, and it did. How an ankle can look like Tom Jones is way beyond explanation, but you'll have to take my word for it -- Lisa's ankle looked exactly like Tom Jones. On the Monday I took my big nephew James to get his birthday pressie. It was a shirt with a car on it that he'd seen down tacky holidaymaker shopping road. Unfortunately all the shops look the same, and so from the top of the road to the bottom of the road, James was running in each shop saying "This is the one" only to be disappointed when there was nothing there for him. Eventually we found a shirt that was a grown up sized medium and made a purchase. He told Lisa she could buy him a shirt and then he'll kiss her hand (she'd been trying to get him to do this all weekend). She didn't buy him a shirt. On the way back to the car, James was crossing a really busy road and he tripped over his own big feet. He's got the same sized feet as me already. Mind you, I think my feet were this size when I was his age, too. On Tuesday, Charlie, my littlest nephew was nagging me to teach him some yoga. I love doing yoga with Charlie, he's so strong and flexible. He can now do lotus and a proper headstand. After several attempts followed by his first success he says: "You're right, Auntie Sharon, you just gotta focus, ain't ya". That's my yogi-boy. Dad's been reclaiming land. There's an English law that says if you've looked after land for 10 years, it's then yours (that was a bit simplistic, BTW). So Dad's been looking after land near his house for about 17 years, and has now fenced it off, making their garden massive. I found loads of edible wild greens in there, so made mum and dad some juices. Dad had extra superfood in his, and mum complained about the celery I mixed it with. Even Dean, my middle nephew tasted it. I think James drank a few ounces, too. Bless them.
Think I'm going to fast when I get back to Spain. It's been over a year since I did a fast, and feel one coming on. Cor, I love fasting!! Well, I'm now back at Karen's and she looks so ready to give birth. I even dreamed last night that she did and it was a boy, though we all think it's a girl. Well, we'll soon see. OK, that's your lot for now. Speak to you soon... Have a fantastic time, whatever you're up to. Friday 30th August -- Wow. Woke up at 6.30 today, all energetic. Have had great energy levels recently, which is useful. I did a bit of yoga and started work. Updated my Rawcreation site, which has been sorely neglected recently due to the fact that I'm too busy! I should never be too busy to update my work site, should I? It's the best advertising for my company in the world! Karen looks so ready to pop. I'm sure her baby can't grow any more. Wish I was going to be here when it happens, but I'll be back in Spain. Don't mind that, though as it's sunny and I'm missing Fernando and the gerbils. Ferny's taking 3 pictures a day of the babies so I can see how they've grown and changed! How lovely. Oh, I got my Fresh Summer Party pics back yesterday. I'll scan them in when I get back and put them up on the existing page. Went to stay with Jessie the other night. She's looking fab and we had a good natter. We made a salad from a load of wild greens and herbs in her garden, plus some other bits and bobs. But not Bob, we didn't put him in the salad. I've got to go visit my accountant today. Bet he tells me off for my terrible bookkeeping. Well, I bet he can't draw!! |
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Tuesday
13th August -- Just taking a few moments out to write this, coz sieve
head me will forget by the time I get home. Guess who ended taking her
computer on holiday with her, then? It wasn't me who wanted to -- Ferny
wanted to so he could upload pics to the computer. We've taken some cracking
ones -- one of them will even be on the cover of my new book! It's so
fab, can't wait til you see it. Gotta buy my new book, right?
